juxtaposed in dreams alone
untouched by wanton ways
stirring in my thoughts
torridly awaiting your commands
intimate conversations
never disappoint an eager heart

With the fresh breath of passion, you bless my skin.
Lips like embers glowing, moving,
to places I don't want anyone to see.
Fingernails leave trails down our backs
with the purpose of drawing honey blood
to the surface to mix with the sweat.

Is it me that makes those eyes come alive?

Whisper a secret, in my ear, what you want of me.
Tease so much it aches in my bones;
trace burning masterpiece bruises.
You meet my melody with your own reserved harmony
that I love to feel on my neck and tendons.
We are sultry savages in the face of lust.

Thrice a summer aphrodisia snickered in my face
Yesteryear the fog of boreal passion surfaced across my window frame
Omnifarious passions are surfacing
The insignificance of homosapiens stood the test of time
Life molests all of us, maul us, then sing us to sleep
Spiraling through dimensions decorated with brothels and strip clubs
Aging with the grains of pebble stones
Aphrodisia is a tourist

feeling like I wanna fight you
  shaking because I wanna bite you
   wondering just how to invite you
   into my private domain

radiating aphrodisia
  developing synesthesia
   for the natural taste of euphoria
   that's stuck to my fingertips

breathing heavily
  fondling steadily
   reckless intensity
   all to a sweet melody

Aristotle’s arrhythmic articulations
Appeared too apologetic for Aphrodite's amusements
Aroused by antisocial media’s alacritous abundance
Amidst arteriosclerosis and amphibiously obeisant Ophiuchus
Asclepius' ascendance was almost an abortion
Arrested by Apollo’s amorous attempts at aphrodisia
Ambidextrous Artemis’ androgynous appointments
Awakened ancient antipathies accentuating allopathic artifacts
Altercations arose among ambitious acolytes and Athena’s anorexic acidoses
Awkward Adonis actively agonized by alarming aneurysms
Allowed Antigone’s ambivalent armistice an aperture of acceptance  
Appointing an ambiguously appealing additive to the Argonauts
An anaerobic Acropolis arose amidst auto-****** asphyxiations
As Amazonian armpit hair advocates approved artificial insemination

Was an aperitif to an aphorism,
An architect of aphrodisia,
An apiary of my ever-buzzing thought.

She slipped into me streamline: Maraschinos
Into a Manhattan. Oh strike of sugar,
Stain the bitterest days a red no chemical dispels.

She was a cryptic gallipot
Shelved in an apothecary
At the Caelian's base.

Her shape was incense wisps, her touch
A song sung in 1940s noir, her locking gaze
Eros himself.

Alliteration ran thick through the blood.
The paintings? Like Debussy composed.
Nothing in the universe could’ve imposed

Anything on her!— Quit it, you idiot...
The admiration, the visions that adorn her:
Subjectively supernatural—

Maybe she’s just a girl, the way that you're a boy—
No air of denigration.
She was intricate, but altogether simple.

I encountered her in stifled confessions.

It was not the beauty of her face, the body
That held her mind and laughter, not the dazed sting
In my hand as it cupped in hers—

It was her autotelism and her hope.

And now her imaginings hang,
Framed in my house; little landscapes of the heart she left;
Retreats that prove I’ve loved and been loved.

Visions of wildfire fill the room as bodies mold into one another..

Heat seeks the beings of the surrounding..

Slight intentions of sweat fall, dripping off the intention and capabilities of what's next..

Rhythmatic vibes intertwine making us one..

Barely knowing from whence you came..

It's nothing more than you this moment seems to crave..

Crazed within my essentialized demeanor..

Not even Vegas could headline the escapade deemed 2 gamble with his every chance at lady luck..

Dancing within winds of a harlots dream..

Loving more than what the moment leaves..

Surpassed within a present that creeps back into reality..

Awake..

Placing lost pieces of a puzzle onto a map with no "X" spot..

Senseless to the coldness of alone..

In fear of a love that urns to grow...

Traveling within closed eyes not attempting to mesh the fairytale and reality into its own..

Within the embodied presence his rapture reigns over the passion that bleeds seamlessly from my aura pentrating his soul...

Taking and receiving life as a whole..

Hungry to allow his ownership to suggest and define all meaning as ****** reaches its desired aim within seeking,

Believing in his queen still it is within me to urn for more than whats being given..

Where passion meets the aphrodisia of desire to transpire the truism of love..

Now. Then & Forever.

Alpha.

As the mesmerizing illumination of aphrodisia fades to black



The remarkable image of an exquisitely, electrifying woman



Dawned before my eyes in a fashionably, hypnotic quality



Soaking them within a plethora of provocative entertainment



Subtle whispers of lust brusquely escape her **** physique



Screaming for me to blitz this masterpiece with every sensation



Known to the human ear as my sensual adrenaline scours her veins



Of all innuendos of intimidation, exchanging these hindrances for



An abundance of luxurious pleasure to rock her socks off in style



The small of her neck crying in helpless moans for my attention



Subsequently I go in for the ****, ******* every inch of her flesh



It's devastating how she creates these arousingly tasteful visions



Making my tastebuds roar in amorous ecstasy by the taste of her lips



What was it about this magnificent creature that gently blazed my soul?



I have only the capacious obscurity, but I'm obsessed with her fuschia tattoo